OK, I really haven't sat through many soft-core flicks because they are just terribly boring.
But there are three good reasons to remember this film. Two of them are on sex kitten Charlie Curtis. And, the third is that this is the funniest, campiest script I have hear in a long time.
The lines -- whether deliberately written as a parody or not -- are just devastatingly funny. For example: "if you're not happy all the time with your wife, I can take up the slack."
Programmer: "You're asking me to work on a cyber-sex toy for chronic masturbators!"
Boss: "They're our client base."
It's just a totally outrageous, deadpan acted, mindless, cheesy looking story. It's sort of a soft-core TRON, with poor sap Max Dixon (yep, now there's a stud stage name for ya) wresting to save his virtue in cyberspace.
Curtis plays the role of a virtual-reality sex doll to the hilt, and gives a whole new nuance to "hard drive" and "interface." In one arresting scene she morphs into various ladies who all manage to have the same bra cup size for the sake of, er, film continuity.
If you want to do your own home-grown R-rated version of "Mystery Science Theater" this is the flick to watch.
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